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... Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated Waters he call'd Seas : 300 305 And saw that it was good , and said , Let th ' Earth Put forth the verdant Grass , Herb yielding Seed , And Fruit Tree yielding Fruit after her kind ; Whose ...
... Earth , and the great receptacle Of congregated Waters he call'd Seas : 300 305 And saw that it was good , and said , Let th ' Earth Put forth the verdant Grass , Herb yielding Seed , And Fruit Tree yielding Fruit after her kind ; Whose ...
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... Earth now Seemd like to Heav'n , a seat where Gods might dwell , Or wander with delight , and love to haunt 330 Her sacred shades : though God had yet not rain'd Upon the Earth , and man to till the ground None was , but from the Earth ...
... Earth now Seemd like to Heav'n , a seat where Gods might dwell , Or wander with delight , and love to haunt 330 Her sacred shades : though God had yet not rain'd Upon the Earth , and man to till the ground None was , but from the Earth ...
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... Earth , when , in full luxuriance , she opens wide her bosom , mother of all things , and breathes forth the harvests of Araby , and [ 50 ] from her lovely lips pours forth the balmy balsam and the roses of Paphos ? Lo , her towering ...
... Earth , when , in full luxuriance , she opens wide her bosom , mother of all things , and breathes forth the harvests of Araby , and [ 50 ] from her lovely lips pours forth the balmy balsam and the roses of Paphos ? Lo , her towering ...
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A Paraphrase on Psalm 114 | 9 |
At a Solemn Musick | 15 |
LAllegro | 20 |
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Adam Antistrophe arms behold Boötes bright call'd called Clouds dark daughter Death deep divine doth dwell Earth evil eyes fair farr Father Faunus fear fire Fruit glory goddess gods golden grace hand hath heart Heav'n heav'nly Hell hence Hill holy honour John Milton Jove King L'All land Latin light live Lord Lycidas mihi Moab Muses neath night nymphs o're P.-Sylv P.L. ii P.L. vii P.L. xi P.R. iii Paradise PARADISE LOST Parthian peace Pens poem praise quæ rebel angels repli'd round S.Ag Satan Serpent shade shalt sight sing Skie skies song Sonn soul spake Spirits stars stood sweet Sylv Thebes thee thence Thessaly thine things thir thou hast thought Throne tibi Tree vertue viii voice Warr wind wings wont words Zeus
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Romanticism Writing and Sexual Difference: Essays on the Prelude Mary Jacobus No preview available - 1994 |